family was Damien Krasniqi, a ruthless gangster who had ordered the deaths of nearly a hundred people, most of them business rivals, but

enny mumbled and

e dealing in real estate, construction, art, medical supply exporting, and seafood exporting.

out which of the bus

eafood exporting bus

ersonal life. He was in h

the monster killed his

nly grandchild people knew about was Adam, the company C

his grandfather and just as mysterious. Although he was CEO of the American company he was mostly

ona, she tho

he fifth year in a row. She looked at his picture pinned to his file. He was

ller most handsome CEO must have b

handsome or ugly she

she could destroy them. And she would. Tomor

*******

the Golden Hotel, where Damien Krasniqi and

okay?" He

t trusting her

ou there is no going back. If you succeed good, but if you

said firmly. "In six months time the Krasni

ese people, things aren't always what they seem. if you h

all the good luck I can get. She

as she approached

an antiques." She told the s

ed in the middle and hung down to her shoulders. Her make up was flawless, so was her manicure. To add to her exotic look she had gotten a tattoo of a small butterfly on her right forearm. She looked a far cry from Jenny Bla

ty ma'am." The guar

lied in Albanian, w

ne ma'am," they told her. "You wi

m her phone and was se

headed to the ballroom, now time o

alked in to join them. A few eyes turned in her direction and looked at her with admiration. She pretended not to notice and took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. She sipped it while her eyes scammed the room. No sign of her target. But she was sure he would soon be here. She continued looking round the room, then she saw him. He was sitting on a love seat near a tall bro

painting hanging on the wall and pretended to examine it, while thinkin

eautiful, and it i

d, she